IB Day 9 - Thursday

It's nice to wake up to Motoko barking instead of people with cameras, but at breakfast the announcers, Moxxi and Lulu, come into the dining hall.

"Listen up, Ladies," Lulu announces in her no-nonsense way. "Let's talk about tomorrow. Pink versus Green. Red versus White. Blue versus Yellow."

The dining hall gets loud fast. This is a huge announcement, and so sudden! You know who you are playing against now... This is so big.

"Couple things," Moxxie says with a big smile. "You remember how winners get the lodge and losers don't? Let's talk about the details! Losers also have to give up their phones. Oh, and losers can't leave camp without being disqualified from the show, but winners still can under special circumstances." She is absolutely relishing this, but you and the others are all devastated.

Yeah... there was something about this in the contract, but you didn't think you would actually be **** to stay here while the show was shooting... and giving up your phone? You can't remember even going a day without it before. Now you won't be able to have it at all? Well, only if you lose...

"...and while winners go to the Lodge, losers go to a very special place!" Moxxi claps her hands excitedly. "So look forward to that."

They leave, and the dining hall is in chaos. It takes the coaches a minute to calm everyone down.

Oh no... this is so anxiety-inducing, but Motoko is leading you all to a classroom.

"So we're playing against Yellow Team. It's the worst-case scenario. Karin's good, but we can handle her. Cheryl's the one goalkeeper that Adella can't scare, and to get to her, we have to go through seven girls that have military training and one of the strongest martial artists in the world. Expect excellent teamwork from those police girls, and we can just count Syd as one of them. She's military, not police... but they're all cut from the same cloth." Motoko folds her arms. "How do we beat this?"

"Outplay them," Beth says right away. "These military girls are tough and fast, but they just aren't true footballers. They don't have the same level of skill that we have."

"And if they try to bully you?" Motoko asks.

"Bully them back," Adella replies cockily.

"Wrong! Idiot. Someone give me the correct answer," Motoko barks, and you flinch.

Feng clears her throat. She never says much.

"Flop," she says.

"Thank you!" Motoko nods. "Bait out the aggression. Duni, Beth... use speed to piss them off when the game begins. They will start fouling, and you have to expect it and exploit it. One or two red cards and it won't matter how good their teamwork is. We crush them." Motoko makes a fist, squeezing so tight that you can hear it.

You all shudder. She's hardcore.

"Here is the plan," Motoko says, picking up a marker and going to the board...

...three hours pass. One hour to talk about your plans for the game, and two hours to talk about the fake stuff you will practice today because you know Yellow Team will be spying when you get the field this afternoon.

After lunch you go and do that practice. It's brutal, but Motoko doesn't run you into the ground because you have to play tomorrow. Even so... you are soaked with sweat and totally drained as you and the girls go to the showers before dinner.

Motoko doesn't enter the shower because all she has done is coach, but she does stand with Adella, talking to her in the locker room. You think you saw her looking at you and Jill, but you are not sure.

Adella waits until after the others are done bathing before she goes in. You go with the others to dinner, where you sit with Jill.

"About Motoko," she says as she eats.

"How can you think about that?" you ask her, surprised. You just learned this morning that if you don't win tomorrow you don't even know where you will have to go... It's scary.

"No point stressing over the game. It'll be fine," Jill assures you. She's so confident.

"OK. Then how do we get closer to Motoko?" you ask her. Motoko is talking to Adella again. Those two are so focused on soccer.

"I don't know. I don't think there's one easy trick to it. We have to impress her," Jill says. "I guess we'll just proposition her."

"What?" you ask, shocked.

"Yeah. She will like that. She's direct and she likes people who are direct."

Oh gosh... this seems so risky.

"Just follow my lead," Jill says.

"She is intimidating," you confess to her.

"I met someone scarier once."

"What happened?"

"He kind of chased me around. Tried to shoot me with a rocket launcher," Jill says, waving it off. "It'll be fine. I'm just dying to find out if Motoko can resist us."

You and Jill are a bit different. Jill seems more curious about Motoko, not in awe of her like you are. When it's time for bed, Jill tells you to put on the lingerie: satiny bra and panties. She puts hers on too, and you both cross the cabin to talk to Motoko, who just got done talking to Beth and Duni.

"Hey, Motoko," Jill says.

"Valentine," Motoko replies, unimpressed.

"Me and Ingrid were wondering," Jill says, standing beside you. She folds her arms, pushing her boobs out a little. "How you were going to celebrate with us when we win."

"Getting ahead of yourselves, aren't you?" Motoko asks coolly.

"I plan on winning," Jill says confidently.

"Good. You won't like it if you don't."

"So about that celebration," Jill says.

"I never promised you that." She looks at you. "But if we do go to the Lodge, I will continue your training." She means learning to fight like you did the other night.

"OK," you agree.

"What about me? I already know how to fight," Jill says, looking cocky.

"I heard about Raccoon City," Motoko replies. "You call that fighting? It sounds more like you just got chased. You can learn something as well. Now go to bed."

Motoko leaves. You follow Jill to her bed.

"I can't read her," Jill grumbles. "She just invited me to train with you guys, but... I'm kind of pissed. And I don't know if she's horny or actually wants to fight."

"She does not seem horny," you say.

"She is," Jill assures you. "Like even I am not THAT into girls, and I look at you..." She points at your boobs, which are... very cleavagey in this satin bra... "And I just want to put my face in that. I know Motoko feels the same way. But will she do it? Or is she too proud? We have to win to find out." She pinches your butt, making you jump. "But I guess one way or the other, we're getting hot and sweaty on the mat with her tomorrow. I mean, if we win the game. Which is what we should be worrying about."